Sunday and the time had
also changed without me knowing it. I woke up to the clock on the cable box
reading a different one than the clock on my bed side table. Whole days and
months have gone by without being conscious of their passage. My mind and
heart are like the frozen ice locked in some void that I just cannot escape
from. My spirit feel frozen from all feeling at times, then plunged into
some dark depth of emotional pain that rips and pulls the soul fiber it is
made from.

Many
things have happened lately that are awakening my heart to the purpose and
reason of life for which there is no explanation. Still the ice remains a
constant barrier between my heart and mind and the real spiritual world.

The day came slipping in
across the frozen lake with quiet dignity. I peeked from my window to see if
the ice had done any more damage.

Just before going to sleep
last night I heard another loud boom that shook the house. When I hear this
it means that yet another piece of ice has fallen from the upper roof onto
the lower roofs. I tried to see where the damage was done but could not see
much in the dark from my windows.

Yesterday I discovered the
ice had fallen onto the front porch roof pinning down my phone line and
television cable line. Both of the lines were trapped in and under the piece
of ice and when it slipped off the roof it would rip the boxes off the
house. There was no way I could reach the ice or get out on the roof so I
called my neighbor Jay who has been clearing the ice for me.

Jay arrived and the sky
was still clear and the sun was working magic on the snow and ice that fills
the roads here in Lily Dale.

Jay got the huge chunk of
ice free of the porch roof and managed to remove most of the other pieces.

Ice is the biggest danger
in this area it can take out a roof fast when those pieces fall from the
upper floors. Some of them must weight at least 400 pounds. One day it took
the entire front porch away from the house and caved in the roof. The
temperatures warming can have mixed blessings with the ice melting and
flooding in lower areas.

After Jay had finished his
ice removal we were out on the back porch looking at the remaining ice and
snow. I looked up on the garage roof discussing the need to remove ice from
that area when I saw the tip of a wing disappear behind the roof peak. I
looked again and against the clear blue sky I saw the most magnificent Bald
Eagle flying. He was so close and his feathers gleamed white against the
deep blue of the sky.

I called out to him and
made an Eagle call sound he came even closer. Probably wondering what on
earth all that racket was. Again I called out to him “Wambli, Kola thank
you for coming”. I called out loud to Creator thanking the great mystery for
this wonderful sight. At that moment Jay must have thought I had totally
lost my mind.

This has been a hard
winter weather wise, for me it has been a long soul searching winter.

Many days I have spent
praying and meditating on life and the purpose we all serve in being here.
Tears of sadness and just pure frustration have not been absent from my
prayers.

The added injury to my
knee has made it impossible to do the work I need to accomplish before
spring. Perhaps I needed to stop and think or at least re examine my life in
general.

The lonely days and nights
have certainly given me plenty of time to reflect on many things.

Jay and I just stood there
in awe of this wonderful gift from Creator, I have not seen such a
beautiful Eagle for many years. The last one I saw of this magnificence was
in Maine. I have written of the day that five Eagles came to fly for an hour
over my house. It was the beginning of my journey into the world of
spiritual sharing.

Eagles have a special
meaning to me as my own father was an Eagle Dancer. When he wore the
feathered wings and danced you were transported back in time and space. My
mind flew back in time as if it were in some wind tunnel being sucked up and
sent at some speed of light to another time and place.

I saw the men all dancing
holding the eagle bone whistles in their mouths calling for Wambli to come
and dance with them and hear their prayers. There was a times when these
dancers could fly with the eagles as they danced.

I
watched the Eagle as it came closer and closer to where we stood watched.
Finally it was just above our heads so close I could see its eyes watching
us. The tail feathers twisted and turned as it made the circles and
continued to observe us. A loud high piercing whistle sounded several times
and it went into my heart like an electrical shock. I felt like my heart was
being mended and healed by the Eagle with his voice.

I looked higher and I
could see another shape in the sky. Jay thought it was a sea gull but it was
way too high for that. I thought of the planes when they are that high they
look like silver birds made of clouds.

The white shape like a
ghost in the sky so high continued to make its own circles in reflection of
the eagle we were watching. Like a spirit shadow it too flew around in lazy
circles just above the Eagle but hundreds of feet higher.

I could not see it in
color detail, all you could see was a white shadow eagle flying. We watched
this for many minutes until the Eagle slowly climbed higher and increased
his flight to include the tenting area behind the play grounds near the
maintenance garage. Finally we could not see the eagle and I went back into
the house and Jay went home.

I carried this image in my
heart and mind all day yesterday as it felt like more a dream than actual
reality.

Today I share this with
you my dear and good friend in trust that it too may have some meaning in
your life. We are all just messengers from Creator who in time will
understand our purpose here on this Earth. I give thanks for yesterday and
the Eagle; today I make my morning prayers for peace, understanding, and
forgiveness. I hear the voice of the Eagle in my heart and it sings with
love and peace. The voice of the Eagle has returned to the Earth, I know
it enter each heart that listens to find truth, and love.